A baby girl was sleeping soundly in it.

Olivia had inherited the genes of the Evans family. Her skin was tender and her hair was brown.

She looked very beautiful.

Korbyn, who was seated right next to the cot, said to the baby teasingly, "Among so many children, only Elva inherited the genes of the Fowler family. As for the other children... Alexis, Edwin, Marcus, and you... all of you take after the Evans family."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Waylen with a frown.

But Waylen simply bent down and looked at the baby with a wide smile.

Perhaps because he had several young children himself, he was a lot more open minded about the whole thing than his father was. He touched the baby's face and casually asked his father, "Regardless of who they look like, don't you still Like them?"

Korbyn rubbed his nose and huffed.

How dare Waylen ask him such a question? Of course he loved all his grandchildren. If he ever dared to say that he didn't like them, Alexis would be the first one who would give him a hard time.

Cecilia, on her part, was lying quietly on her bed.

Just then, the door was pushed open and Rena came in with a thermo food container, with Edwin following closely behind her.

She brought fish soup.

It was a highly recommended meal for new mothers.

Cecilia smiled when she saw it.

"It smells good. I can even drink two bowls of it," she said eagerly.

Rena smoothed her hair and nodded, "Good to hear that. Drink slowly though. You can have it every day."

Cecilia promptly Lowered her head and took a sip.

But just as she finished eating the soup, Olivia began to cry.

The nurse carried the baby and brought her to Cecilia.

At this point, the others had to go out so Cecilia would have the privacy to feed her baby. Korbyn had something he needed to see to at the company, so he left the hospital altogether.